Ravished Novels & Stories

They didn’t sleep. Raven felt too full of excitement—the lingering, brutal thrill of mindblowing sex and the impending victory made her feel like she’d had five coffees in a row. She showered instead of vainly trying to catch a few minutes of sleep, emerging in a wave of scented steam and contentment. She dug out the gala-night cosmetics from where she’d stowed them in the bathroom drawers and set about making herself immaculately made up.

Her entire consciousness was consumed by wanting more—more of Raven’s touch, more of the pleasure he gave her. And there was no disappointment; Raven delivered perfectly. Gia lost count of how often she whimpered, pleaded, and cried out in blissful satisfaction.

A cry of protest bubbled in her throat as she raised her hand to strike him, but he caught it with precise ease, before pulling away with a cruel smirk. "I've always loved your fire," he said softly, bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing her palm softly. "Let me go," Layla demanded coldly. "Kiss me," he said softly, his eyes flashing gold. Layla was about to refuse when her body was suddenly flooded with what felt like honeyed wine. Her body was warm and tingled softly wherever Ravana touched her. She blinked a couple of times, trying to remember why she would ever push Ravana away. Every doubt and resignation she'd ever had dissipated. Layla felt giddy and delighted that he would want

I swipe my tongue along my mouth hungrily and taste him. Riven lick me clean and pull back, smirking devilishly, his face and cheeks still stained with my cream. Then he swipe his tongue along his mouth and he looks like a god who has just finish having a very delicious feast. “You taste amazing as always,” Riven compliment and slap my breasts hard. “Ah,” I cry, still breathing heavily. Rafe collapse beside me. “Era sit up and lick the juice on your breasts. Don't take your eyes off Riven.“

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

With each step he took, Cara let out soft moans of pleasure. He laid her down gently on the bed, then stood at the edge, one knee resting on the mattress as he admired her beautiful body. Her sleek black hair was damp with sweat, her cheeks flushed with desire. Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath, and her swollen nipples seemed to beg for his attention. Below, her body stretched around him, holding him tightly, as if unwilling to let him go. The entire sight was like a vivid, seductive painting, one that ignited every desire in Raven’s being.

begged nails raking back red lines healed violet glows flames licking skin sensual trails heightened sensation. Obliged feral growl pace savage storm surging pinned fully lips trailing fire neck nipping sucking marks bloom storm bruises. "Mine all fucking mine," rasped hand sliding between circle clit fingers expert tease jolts ecstasy. "This dripping cunt greedy beg cum flooding tight hole." Core tightened pleasure coiling violet ribbons wrapped amplifying bond hum roar wolves claiming savage mental nips devours. Cried climax shattered waves crashing clenching pulses drew release hot deep storm warmth groaned name prayer. Mid rut locked eyes silver grey storm surging deep. "Adapt with me El

I sat back, staring at her in absolute, unadulterated admiration. She was bruised, she was bleeding from wounds that ran years deep, but she was entirely unbroken. Her defiance wasn't just survival, it was a force of nature. She was a phoenix standing in the middle of her own ashes, ready to set the world on fire. Without a word, I leaned forward, closing the distance between us. I reached out, my broad, warm hand gently cupping the side of her face, my thumb wiping away the remaining moisture on her cheek.

Ravin drank every drop, moaning softly like it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He rose, kissing his way up my body, pausing to lavish attention on my breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it while his hand kneaded the other. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered between kisses. “Every part of you. I could worship you for hours.” I pulled him up for a deep kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. “I need you inside me,” I breathed. “Please, Ravin.” He lifted me effortlessly, pressing my back against the wall as he lined himself up and sank into me in one smooth thrust. We both moaned at the perfect fit. He began to move, deep, steady strokes that quickly gre

I could stop at any moment, I knew that, but the ache between my legs and the thrill racing through my blood wouldn’t let me. Slowly, I unbuttoned the rest of my blouse and shrugged it off my shoulders, hanging it neatly on the hanger. Dan leaned against the neighboring stall, watching hungrily as I reached behind to unhook my bra, and my breasts spilled free, swaying gently. Then I removed my skirt and stockings until I stood completely naked, barefoot, and smoothly shaved, just like every other woman on this floor. “Good girl,” he said, voice low and appreciative, as his eyes devoured every inch of me. “You’re even more stunning than I imagined. Now, follow me.”